You could even see her roots.
“And look!” she cried. “Her eyelashes are falling off!”
I’d noticed.
“Hah!”
That was the yell that did it.
“Oh, I peed!” She waddled to the bathroom. “Oh, god! I can’t wait to frame this!”
I watched her walk away, the back of her shorts wet, and thought… “So damn beautiful.”
She came back long moments later wearing a pair of my sweatpants. She had them tied in a double knot around her waist, making me wonder if she’d be able to untie them in time for her next pee-attack.
Likely not.
Everything made her pee lately.
Sneezing.
Laughing.
Waiting too long.
Pregnancy was fun.
Women were amazing with all that they had to deal with while pregnant.
“Now, let’s talk breakfast.” Her eyes gleamed. “And can I go to work with you today?”
“Anything and always,” I said. “You tell me what sounds best.”
Her eyes gleamed. “Arby’s…”
Damn. I fucking hated Arby’s.
“Sure, let’s go.”
Sixteen
Does your life insurance know how rough you like your sex?
—Boone to Denver
Boone
Five weeks later
Nettie is six months pregnant
“Son of a bitch,” I grumbled as Holly was all but sprayed with gallons of horse shit.
Holly stared in shock for a few seconds, then stepped forward and continued holding the back leg as best as she could.
I finished up what I was doing and then sedated the horse.
The owner looked at us both apologetically.
